Ghost Exchange

A coolness settled across your palms, not unlike the feel of a well-worn arcade token held too long. What began as an attempt to grasp a single moment dissolved into collecting fragmented denominations, each piece distinct yet increasingly remote. These recollections weren’t solid forms but opalescent films shifting within you, displaying echoes of valuation—a constant interplay between experience and reconstruction. The faintest flicker remained, suggesting the whole might never fully coalesce; instead, it continued to reform with every attempt at recall.